But before him, she was
Some boy maybe named George
Reaching Grabbing
Blind men
Come by each night
Because they have not seen me
Rise up Choke up
Dressed up in billowing shirts
And capsized sleeves
How do you see me
When I walk through stone gates
Humming
With spiders and cicadas
Growing wider with blank roots
Are you old enough to know that
When I suck
Your thumb
It’s the temple
Do you fancy?
Did you know it
That I’ve only ever been
Half my mother
And half yours.
They both watch over
As you wet your bed.
Is this
Your home
And is it mine? [Your] Tidal island
Which card is the queen?
An angel off the roof
Gripping fingernails
Getting fucked
Did I take enough?
What bit me last night?
I felt a prick then it stung.
Jaime Seno is an emerging writer with a degree in English literature from CUNY Baruch College. Since graduating she has been travelling and working on her poetry. She recently moved to Chicago and has been previously published in the Raw Art Review.